Vampire Stag Weekend - Sex Stories

Vampire Stag Weekend

... bags in what was a very basic room, one window, two beds and an ancient porcelain sink. There was a mild complaint from Dom as I explained that I would hold the only key on account of him being a liability but in the end he did take the point. Ten minutes later we were back into our spiritual home. There was something called the Red Rock pub not 30 meters from our hotel and despite a massive array of vaporous spirits and cocktails we were seated at a friendly round wooden table with five pints and five cheap whisky chasers 'to take the edge off'. We all raised our glasses to Mark and so the night began. Ten minutes later and we were well into the second rounds. Karl and Steve had leant off to a corner of the table to discuss the virtues of fatherhood, Mark and I were happy to have arrived and were leaning back enjoying the drink and the plans for both dinner and the next day and Dom, ..well Dom had already sidled back to the bar where he had spotted a couple of really pretty dark haired girls. The girls I guess were younger than us, mid twenties maybe, both dressed for a night out. Both had seemingly quite thin faces, very angular jaws and noses, both very pretty indeed. They wore short, tight cut, figure hugging lycra black dresses, long svelte legs ending in tall Staccato heels. How Dom does it, I don't know, he is a great guy to watch, happy to be known for and happy to play up to his reputation of being an utter liability. Shortly he stumbled back over, girls in tow, ...

... one of them carrying a new tray of drinks. He pointed towards Mark and the first one sauntered over and sat on his thigh facing him, a delicate arm looping around his shoulders and brushing against my arm. I smiled a hello across at her. Her friend placed the drinks on the table, this time some clear shot, one each for everyone as well as either one for each of the girls or three for Mark. The second girl then took the other one of Mark's thighs, next to me, leaning with an arm on my shoulder. Her musky scent and cool soft skin washed over me as she sat down and leant back. Mark flushed a little with embarrassment as the girls picked up their drinks in a salute. We all did likewise, one of them proposed a toast in heavily accented English. “We wish you good wedding”. Everyone murmured agreement editing to good marriage. The she added “and good fuck always”, which drew a little cheer as she downed her drink with a little Slavic screech. I couldn't help but look up at her long aquiline neck as she tilted her head back and downed it in one gulp. It finished in her deep v-cut black dress which in turn just covered her beautifully rounded deep cleavage. She did have wonderful boobs, her nipples jutting upwards against the sheer fabric. I lingered a little bit too long and she caught me staring at her chest as she put her glass down. I looked away but too slowly and she put out her hand to catch my chin in it. Strong wiry fingers gripped my cheeks, burning olive green eyes trapped ...